on your skin, my fingers write a song
with my face half hidden in the crook of your neck.
the melody is soundless
with unusual rhythms
in the slumber, you move all of a sudden
sit upright, and challenge my light touches
you root for me, and I implode,
the resound of it resonates with the wall
within your arms, I am a limp rag
now your fingers write a song on my heated skin
slippery, sweaty, sensitized to you
yet again, I fall apart and you watch me with a half smile
I sit on the stool to comb my hair
the mirror reflects the aftermath of love
it is not enough, never enough with us
the want is ever present, the need rules
@gautami.tripathy 12 Feb 2017
16 comments:
Your lovely words capture the desires of the heart
Overflowing with emotion, filled with passion. Stunning.
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This is so hot with desire it steams.
Oh my! What a passionate poem! It's torrid with desire.
@madhumakhi
torrid?? Pray do tell me how......
Oh, this so romantic and beautiful! Very well crafted.
It's good to visit your blog after a long time. Do you remember me, Gautami? :)
Passion so well portrayed! Finely-drawn expression of intimacy. Applause from my corner of the world!
Wowza!!!
So much feeling in your words.
How real your sensual words were, I almost turned away with embarrassment but voyeur that I am I stayed.
What an incredible title and opening.
It has been a long while since I visited your blog... so glad I did today, this was sublime.. perfect for the month of February the month we celebrate "love"
rooted in perfection~
never enough with us
the want is ever present,
the need rules
Very true! There may be a desire but is there enough reasons to justify it! There are a lot of 'nice to have' reasons which are not material!
Hank
Beautifully sensual.
captured just so ~
A lot of passion portrayed in your words.
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